Pretty Consort: Prince, Don't Run away

After thinking about it, she took a deep breath and carefully pushed away her heavy clothes. Sure enough, she saw even more wounds on her body.

There were all kinds of marks, and it didn't match up to the holes in the fabric at all.

These traces, some new, some old...

Xi Mengyao could not bear to continue watching, so she forced herself to continue watching.

When she thought about what Song Chongjing had said earlier, that the cause of his death was because there was a wound running through her neck, she had gone to take a look too. Now that she thought about it, that wound did not have any proven characteristics, so Song Chongjing's conjecture was probably not accurate.

Not only her neck, but there were also fatal wounds on her chest and a few of her internal organs. All of them had been stabbed after she died.

It looked terrible, but it was useless.

The weapon he used was a double-edged sword about the length of a child's upper arm. The wound was very neat and the person who used it was very efficient. It seemed like he often did this kind of thing without any burdens.

"..." How did this person die? "

Xi Mengyao was also confused, and immediately searched for her.

However, after she looked around, she found that this person was neither poisoned nor had it been for those terrifying wounds.

She had seen nearly all of the hundreds of wounds on her body, big and small. Only …

As she thought about it, her gaze finally landed on this completely different face.

Xi Mengyao frowned, and carefully walked over, and in the end, also extended her hand out, and lightly pressed on her head.

She didn't have any gloves, so she could only feel the sticky and thin flesh on her hands. She resisted the disgusting feeling and touched the top of her head.

Sure enough, two thumb-sized holes were pressed into the top of her temples.

She frowned and lowered her head to examine it.

He discovered that there was a deep hole on her temple, about the size of a finger. The hole had pierced through her skull, and there was pus in the hole. It was the earliest wound.

The cause of death was probably like this …

As she thought of this, she turned the corpse over and carefully examined the back of her head.

As expected, the back of this person's head had traces of being ruthlessly knocked over.

Both his hands and feet were covered with restraining wounds. When he knocked himself out, that person also made a move.

"Kidnapping …" After thinking for a while, she started to carefully observe his hands and feet.

This person's skin was white, and he looked like a beautiful woman …

Xi Mengyao's gaze fell upon the friction scars on her hands and feet. Just by looking at the scars, one could already feel the pain of being torn apart.

As she thought about it, her frown deepened. She lowered her head again and carefully examined the man's elbow and knee. There was actually a thick cocoon there …

Xi Mengyao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then immediately stood up and turned his head, carefully sizing him up.

Finally, she took a deep breath. On her face that no longer had any facial features, she found the position of her eyes and gently pulled them apart.

His eyeballs were bloodshot, but they were deeply black …

"..." "So that's how it is."

Xi Mengyao's eyes were already a little cold. She nodded, already having a guess.

Once again, he looked down at the dead man before him. She shook her head and sighed. She bowed deeply towards the girl who could no longer speak.

Finally, he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

"How is it?" Song Chongjing heard her voice coming out, and turned to ask his.

Seeing that Xi Mengyao's face was not really good, no, her appearance was practically one that could be said to be filled with anger.

"Is it serious?" he asked again.

At this time, Xi Mengyao also shook his head, and could only push them out, and then look back at the two people beside them.

When the two guards saw this, they immediately nodded in understanding and took the initiative to move away from the others.

Seeing this, Lu Ming also hesitated, whether he should leave or not.

Xi Mengyao shook her head and said, "Mr Lu is staying here, there's no need to go. I have some questions to ask you."

After Lu Ming heard this, he was also a little doubtful. He did not dare speak and only looked at her.

At this time, Xi Mengyao coughed, and after looking back at the house, she turned her head and sighed: "That person, is not the princess from a neighbouring country."

"What?"

Her words startled the two of them.

Xi Mengyao, however, nodded with absolute certainty. Recalling her previous discovery, her eyes also flashed with a cold light.

"I've already checked her hands and feet. Her palms and soles, as well as her face are all covered in wounds. Someone has to check that he has a good identity. I've been suspicious since then."

After saying that, she paused for a moment.

As if she thought of that person's pain, she couldn't help but frown. "Furthermore, she didn't die because of the wound on her neck. Before she died, she was already knocked out and tortured by someone for a long time."

Those terrifying wounds that could cause a single fatal wound were caused after death.

However, those small wounds showed signs of life.

The two holes on her head were not fatal, but they would give her a long period of struggle before she died, making her feel worse than death.

"This group of people carefully erased the traces that could prove her identity, but they are still inexperienced. I found that this person's elbow and ankle are both bruised. These are calluses that can only be left when she often kneels or uses her elbow to support her work."

They might be able to take away a person's face, but there were some things that could not be erased no matter how hard they tried.

"It is impossible for such a delicate princess to have such traces!"

Xi Mengyao's words were firm and decisive, and her tone carried even more anger.

After she finished speaking, she turned around to look at Lu Ming, and said in a low voice: "I need the embroidered shoes that the princess of a neighbouring country had once worn, as well as her hairpin."

With that, she turned to look at Song Chongjing. "If we can obtain these things, we can use this as evidence to prove that this person's identity is not Lin Luoyan. She had died innocently and tragically, probably because of the unspeakable secret behind them … I am not going to let go of this matter. "

Xi Mengyao's tone was extremely serious, she seemed to have returned to the past, the way she acted the first time she handled a case.

That scorching feeling slowly flowed out.

Song Chongjing was a little shocked. He had never seen her like this before, and he couldn't bear to be shocked in his heart. Why was it that in the eyes of this small girl, he could actually see the determination to fight for the life and death of everyone under the heavens …

After thinking about it, he immediately calmed himself down, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'll send someone to do it. This is not a difficult task."

As he spoke, he turned around to glance at Lu Ming.

Lu Ming nodded, he turned and prepared to leave, but just as he was about to do something, Xi Mengyao called out to him, "Wait a moment."

He turned his head around in confusion, only to see Xi Mengyao squinting her eyes: "You should go at night when it's quiet. I've prepared a trap.